Here at the glassAll the usual problems,All the habitual farce.You ask,In uncertain voice,What you should doAs if there were a choiceBut to carry onMiming the songAnd hope that it all works out right.TonightIt all seems so strangeMy spirit feels rigid,My body deranged;Still that'sOnly from one point of viewAnd we can't have illusionBetween me and you,My constant friend,Ever close at handYou and the undercover man.

I reflect: 'It's very strangeTo be going through this changeWith no idea of what it's all been aboutExcept in the context of time... 'Oh, but I shirk it,I've half a mind not to work it all out.Is this madness just the recurring wave of total emotion,Or a hide for the undercover man,Or a litany, all the signs are there of fervent devotion,Or the cracking of the dam?

It's cracked,Smashed and bursting over you,There was no reason to expect such disaster.Now, panicking, you burst for air,Drowning, you know you careFor nothing and no-one but yourselfAnd would denyEven this hand which stretches out towards you to help.But would I leave you in this moment of your trial?Is it my fault that I'm here to see you crying?These phantom figures all around youShould have told you,You should have found out by now,If you hadn't gone and tried to do it all by yourself.

Even nowWe are not lost:If you look out at the nightYou'll see the colours and the lights seem to sayPeople are not far away, at least in distance,And it's only our own dumb resistanceThat's making us stay.When the madness comes, let it flood on down and over me sweetly,Let it drown the parts of me weak and blessed and damned,Let it slake my life, let it take my soul and living completely,Let it be who I am.

There may not be time for us all to run in tandem togetherThe horizon calls with it's parallel lines.It may not be right for you to have and hold in one way foreverAnd yet you still have time,You still have time.